In A Blue Funk

I am today, a miserable bint. Feeling completely uncreative and grey. So here, in stolen lyrics and videos, is a message to myself...

"..when sleep won't come and you've got no occuptaion, but nibbling at the fruits of the melancholy tree..."


"save yourself from pain, when you can..."


"and we dance while the sky crashes down"


melancholic to lunatic in three easy stages.